Seo A-jeong's Mission

The novel's setting is Earth in a parallel universe.

[Seo A-jeong's POV]

"What?"

A woman's voice suddenly reached her—a strange sensation, as if it were whispering straight into her brain without ever passing through her ears. Startled, she looked up into empty air. A mission… some kind of task, it said.

"I… I already love Ian-ssi, and I was going to submit anyway…"

Fragments of the future.

She was curious. An alien invasion was something she could not even begin to imagine. Even if it was only a day's worth, peeking at it would let her prepare for the future far more thoroughly.

The voice fell silent. Heart racing, she looked around the dressing room, stripped naked, and picked up the stockings she had only ever imagined wearing. She hesitated between full-body mesh stockings and a garter belt, then chose the former—they looked far more obscene. The crotch was deliberately stretched wide open; these were clearly stockings meant for sex.

As she pulled them on, a wave of excitement rose through her. She stared blankly at her own lewd reflection in the mirror.

Ah… hurry.

She quickly threw on a luxurious-looking black dress, grabbed the normal clothes she would wear to tomorrow's orientation, and stepped into the elevator. The tight squeeze of the stockings made her lower body throb and flutter.

Ian-ssi…

Ah!!!

At last her chest rose and fell; cool air flooded her lungs and her breathing opened up. Strangely, she could feel the air through every inch of her skin. Even with his cock buried in her throat and her nose crushed against his stomach, the moment she escaped the suffocating agony, the sheer thrill left her incapable of a single coherent thought.

Gulp, gulp.

Her twelfth climax already. Just as he had said, she had been driven to the final peak; her mind had gone black, no thoughts left, only a raging thirst.

His large hand stroked her forehead. His face was twisted with pleasure.

"Thirsty, aren't you? Want to drink some piss?"

Th-that's… I don't want… mmpf…

By the time she tried to shake her head it was already too late. She felt a stream slamming straight up from her throat into her stomach. Tears spilled down her cheeks as his cock rose higher into her mouth while he pissed.

Frustration. Even if it was a mission, she had never meant to be treated like this. He simply used her head like a masturbation toy, rocking it back and forth. Of course that only excited both of them further—but piss, of all things.

Sniff, sniff.

A ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠strangely fragrant scent rose. She had smelled it before; after a moment she remembered—the scent from the car.

Peach…

"Hic…"

Even her sobs came out as muffled huffs around the cock filling her mouth. Soon the glans sat fully inside, and piss flooded her oral cavity.

Huh…? It's good. This is…

Her eyes refocused; she quickly shut them to clear the tears. When she looked up and saw him smiling, she found herself smiling back without meaning to.

"You like it. Piss tastes that good?"

His deep, heavy voice. The gentle way he stroked her forehead and hair filled her with a strange sense of completeness.

She nodded.

Slurp, slurp.

From then on she closed her eyes, savoring the taste, greedily rolling the piss he gave her around her mouth again and again before swallowing.

Gulp, gulp.

Refreshing. In that moment his piss tasted better than any drink she had ever known. And somehow, a little of her strength seemed to return.

Ssshhh…

The stream that had been hammering her uvula gradually thinned; regret filled her.

"I'll feed you piss all day today. Along with my cum. No need for that disappointed look."

She nodded again. When she looked up at him, it was as if a halo shone around him.

Ah… this…

She almost laughed at herself—was she going insane?—but the way he acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world made her guess the other women had drunk this too.

"All right. Twelve climaxes. When I pull my cock out, get up on the bed and spread your pussy with both hands. Understood?"

Heat flooded her face.

How can he ask something so shameful…

Spreading her own pussy. The mental image made her dizzy. She felt a flash of resentment that he would demand such a thing of a virgin, but then she remembered the mission and accepted it.

She nodded.

The air she had been feeling through her skin vanished; breath returned through her nose. He gripped her head hard and pulled his cock free. Her mouth was forced open again, and her pussy clenched and spurted love juices.

Has my body always been this lewd?

Even the simple act of him withdrawing made her body react so violently she could only resent it.

"Haa… haa…"

His cock came free with a wet pop; a thick strand of saliva still connected it to her lips. She gathered the boiling spit in her mouth, not knowing what to do with it, until he pointed at the floor.

"Spit it there."

"Yes… ptoo."

He turned, took a water bottle from the fridge, and tossed it to her. She freed one arm behind her, caught it, and drained it at once. Only after emptying four large bottles himself did he turn back.

"What are you doing? Go lie down. Spread your pussy."

"Yes…? Yes…"

He smirked. She stared at the massive cock still slapping against his stomach and for a moment could not believe it had been inside her mouth. Thirty-three centimeters long, thicker than a cola can, ridged with ugly veins. She gazed at it blankly, then turned and climbed onto the bed.

She did not have the courage to face him, but Jini-nim's words came back to her. She squeezed her eyes shut, turned around, and spread her legs. The mesh stockings whispered against her skin. Ignoring the soft, springy feel against her thighs, she reached with trembling hands for her pussy. The moment she took each outer lip and pulled them wide open, his laughter burst out.

"Open and close it while you say, 'Please put your cock in, Master.' It's an order."

"Yes…? Th-that…"

Shame. Her entire body burned red at his words. Yet under his unblinking stare fixed on her pussy, her hands moved of their own accord—closing, then opening again. Matching the rhythm of her voice, she forced out the words he had commanded.

"M-Master. Please put your cock in my pussy."

She clenched her eyes tighter. For some reason her hands were soaked with love juices. She could feel how blatantly aroused she was… and she had no choice but to admit, little by little, that she was a pervert.

"Heh… good. Keep your eyes closed like that. It's an order."

His voice still carried laughter as he vaulted lightly onto the bed and drew closer. He took each of her ankles, lifted them, and she felt a pillow slide under her waist and hips before her body settled back onto the mattress.

Ah… he lifted me so easily…

Rough hands, yet he had gripped her lightly and raised and lowered her without a single grunt. Looking back, she realized his body had changed too—far more magnificent than before. Until now tension had kept her from seeing it.

I want to look… but he told me not to open my eyes…

A drawer slid open. Something rustled beside her; then something hard touched her arm.

"Ju-ae was a dog of a pervert who got off on being hit. You're her daughter, so there's a high chance you're a pervert who enjoys the same thing."

N-no way…

It felt like plastic, but if his words were true, what she felt against her arm was almost certainly a switch—and not just one, but several.

"Mom did?"

"Yeah. Ju-ae dribbles pussy juice the second you hit her."

He gathered her ankles again and lifted them.

"Uh… uh…"

Slap!

Shock lasted only an instant before searing pain bloomed across her ass. His palm cracked down hard enough to bring tears; in that moment she understood exactly what he had meant.

"Haaang!!! Th-this is…"

"Definitely Ju-ae's daughter. Heh heh… a pervert who likes being hit…"

How…

The heat in her ass lasted only a second before it turned into pleasure that set her whole body on fire. Even though only her lower half was slightly raised, love juices poured out in a volume she had never known, running down her belly all the way to her chest. Never in her life—not even when teachers had punished her—had she felt anything like this. The sheer bewilderment left her stammering like an idiot, unable to form a single coherent word.

"Masochist. You're a textbook masochist. A pervert who turns the pain her loved one gives her into pleasure…"

"What…? Me?"

He shifted his grip on both ankles and brought his hand down hard on her left cheek again. The pain was worse this time, yet it immediately transformed into pleasure that crashed over her brain.

Smack!

"Hyaaang!!!!"

"Whoa… you're worse than Ju-ae. Even Na-yeon isn't this bad… You're going to cum just from being hit. Heh heh heh."

No… this can't be…

Smack, smack!

His palm struck the mound of her pussy this time. She let go of her lips and, not knowing what else to do, grabbed his arm.

I'm scared… now…

It was not the pain. The palm slamming into her mound, the two sharp blows across her belly—pleasure hit so hard she had seized his hand without thinking.

"Hiiik!!!!"

"Let go of my hand."

"Please… I'm scared. It doesn't feel like me… Just do it normally…"

At the growl in his voice her hands flew open of their own accord. He snorted at her words. Then her body rose higher and higher until only her neck was bent at a right angle against the mattress while the rest of her hung in the air. He folded her legs; now only her neck, the back of her head, and her feet touched the mattress in a bizarre pose.

"This is the plough pose from yoga. First stretch your arms straight back and interlace your fingers."

He folded her legs against her torso as he spoke; she obeyed, reaching back and locking her hands together. Soon she felt her knees press ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠against the sides of her head. An image she could not even picture. Then he stroked her pussy and spoke again.

"Among yoga poses it's called Karnapidasana. Hyeon-ju used to wear nothing but a no-panty yoga outfit in front of me and flap her pussy open in this pose. There were plenty of other poses, but I've always wanted to fuck someone in this one… Heh… and the first one is you, Seo A-jeong."

"Hyeon… Hyeon-ju—your aunt by marriage?"

Beyond mother-daughter double helpings, now incest? Of course she was only an aunt by marriage, so no blood was shared, but still—he was casually saying he had slept with his aunt.

"Yeah. So what if she's my aunt? She's just another woman with a pussy."

"Th-that's…"

"We'll meet Hyeon-ju later. After this pose you're going to take me in the arch pose. Until the mission clears, let's fuck in every yoga pose there is… Heh…"

She trembled. She remembered the yoga broadcasts Ju-ae—or rather Ppo-ae—sometimes watched. Back then she had only thought, How can anyone be that flexible? Now the idea of having sex in those poses made her pussy flutter, and something began dripping onto her lips. Her own love juices were falling straight from her pussy into her mouth.

"The key to this pose is pressing your ears with your knees. It's good for tinnitus, so… push."

The texture of the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stockings soon pressed against her ears.

"Tsk… just getting into the pose and you already look ready to cum. How much of a pervert are you?"

His scolding made her mind go hazy. She herself had no idea why she was like this. That inner conflict vanished the instant something touched her pussy—because she knew it was his cock.

"It's an order, so open your eyes and stare at where we're joined."

Wh-what is that… why are there two cocks?

There had clearly been only one, yet now there were two—both of enormous thickness.